Racer Novels & Stories

Anda smiled threateningly. " As if that's not creepy"Alex shook his head. " Even if it's on my wedding night, I'm going to race and I don't care if someone is asking questions so make sure you invite me..we can start importing motorcycles under Jackson's name and buying from him too,no one else needs to know"Anda smiled. " I can give you opera street to start the race instead of here,I'll make sure to check it out before you use it"The Crown prince offered.

He pulled it off, throwing it over his shoulder and wiping the sweat away from his eyebrows with his finger as those jade spheres glared at him. "Let's go. I know a place that would help you to think," Luca said. Hunter wanted to argue but he knew Luca was the only one to handle him right now. "Let me shower first," He said. "I'll wait for you in the car," Luca said. "Bring my Mustang baby out," Hunter said as Luca smirked while walking out. "You'll get us killed at this speed," Luca said with a poker face staring at the road. They were zooming past the other cars at such speed that if they were to crash they would die on the spot and Mustang Baby would be called nothing but trash.

He gives one look at her, a smirk covering his face, he pretends to be his usual self - although he is burning with anger. Under the shroud of night, a high-octane car race unfolds with three determined competitors vying for victory. The race track is illuminated by a symphony of floodlights, casting an intense glow on the asphalt as the engines roar to life. The first competitor, Terry Nashville is an experienced racer, and exudes confidence as he takes his position at the starting line. His car, a sleek and aerodynamic machine, gleams under the night sky. He revs the engine, eager to showcase his mastery of the track and claim the top spot on the podium.

The wind whipped through the open windows, pulling at my hair, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the race. The track was treacherous, a winding stretch of excitement lined with towering cliff's and sharp turns that dared you to slow down. But slowing down wasn't an option. Not tonight The other racers were skilled, Thier sleek cars weaving through the course with calculated precision. I recognized a few of them. Snake's crew, notorious in the underground racing scene. They didn't care about the rule's, only the thrill of the chase and the promise of a big payout

he protested. “No, stay here. It’s dangerous to use your motorcycle in that state. I’ll go home now, sleep here on the couch,” “Stay here,” Should I stay?

Hunter’s ministrations were distracting me from them discussing all they wanted to do to me. “Long as I get her pretty tits.” He popped up from my lower lips to laughingly say. “And I get that tight little ass.” Racer rumbled. His eagerness deepening his voice with lust. “Oh yeah,” Hunter paused as I rubbed against his nose and chin eagerly. “I brought this.” He lifted a small bit of black plastic. “Good idea.” Racer remarked. “That’ll help me for tomorrow.”

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

"Did you see? We get to sit in the special section and there's free food and everything!" "I see that," Kyra said, forcing a smile. "That was very nice of... him." "His name is Ryker," Kade said. "And he said I should call him that until I'm ready to call him something else." The implication made Kyra's chest tight. "Kade, we need to talk about—" "The race is starting!" Kade interrupted, pointing at the track where motorcycles were lining up. "There he is, number seven, that's Ryker's bike!"

Insults poured in one after another, and Jasper couldn’t even suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Seeing that I couldn’t say a single word, the organizer snorted and gestured for Jasper to turn off the livestream. I pressed my lips together, still unable to figure out why. As if he could see straight through my thoughts, the organizer added sarcastically, “You’ve read the contract, right? A racer at your level withdrawing midway has to pay a penalty.” I gave him one last cold look, said nothing, and turned to leave. Anyone who could afford racing in the first place was never truly ordinary.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.